Poem December 21, 1992 Issue

To the child

Carolyn F. Ruffin

There is a child who
waits wakeful for the gift,
hiding no secret doubt,
"It will not come."

There is a child who
never tires of the light
and cannot lose it
to the darkness.

There is a child who
hears why Christmas is
and never wonders,
"Could it be true?"

There is a child who
in innocence gives
and measures nothing
for the lone self.

There is a child who
in love's art, word, work,
mirrors Love's design.
This child is you.

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